Crawling, I try to find mom's warmth and heartbeat; she did not return from her trip. My feathers are almost frozen and my stomach is growling and lurching. I panic at the cold that invades my body. Mom's stuffed animals and feathers are about to disappear. Frostbitten and hungry, I stumble to the oval opening in the hollow. A layer of fresh snow covers the great forest. Was mom redirected into the snow? I wonder. I move closer to the rugged and unknown terrain that awaits me. As I approach the edge of the hollow, a cry of mourning captures my attention. In the distance, a lone wolf cries desperately to his brothers and sisters. Its howl is sharp and loud. He's a lost teenager looking for a juvenile companion. Overwhelmed with surprise, I lean forward, drawing even closer to the outside world. I try to balance myself on the gleaming cliff of the hollow. As strong as my mind is compared to the actual strength of my little body, I flap my wings as hard as I can. I have created a full power that has never been achieved before in my entire being. I fly backwards into the rough interior of the hollow. Dizzy from pure adrenaline, I lay flat on my back. A searing pain pierces deep into my vertebrae. Will I be strong enough to find mom? Once again, I strive to experience solitude without my guardian and giver of life. I look up at the sky to discover the moon appearing in the darkness opening the silence of the forest. My mindset changes. Buckets on the ground are visible from the tallest pine in the forest. Rodents. The creatures devour whatever scraps of foul food they can find. Mom told me that the food they eat is a reflection of their personality, harsh and terrible for any animal with a sense of... middle of paper ... my miserable time in this horrible place where they put animals. cages. And that's when I saw the most beautiful Robin I've ever seen in my life. She had eyes that seemed to glow in the small light provided by the miniature sun. Red breast with brown feathers which gave it unmistakable features. It was her, Mom, who projected lovely vibrations into the atmosphere to calm my soul. The gentle hands that had once saved me from a terrible end laid me down beside her. I scanned the hard material, similar to mine, wrapped around his right leg. She struggled to walk towards me, but I ran as fast as my little legs could while standing. These red feathers welcomed me home, wrapping me in a cuddly warmth that I had been missing for ages. Now that I'm here with mom again, I've realized. That it is essential to be with mom.